Another grueling war of attrition followed, lasting a full hour.
When the members of the various Mercenary Corps retreated from the second line of defense to the third, everyone in the temporary command post looked grim.
This wasn't because of heavy casualties. On the contrary, over the past hour, the Mercenary Corps had developed better synergy. Both personnel casualties and the number of destroyed Combat Robots had decreased.
The problem was, ammunition couldn't be created out of thin air.
By now, every Mercenary Corps had used up more than half of the ammunition they had brought.
"What's the exact total of our remaining ammunition? Have you tallied it up?" Lin Xinghai asked a soldier in charge of statistics while the Mecha were out fighting.
"Based on the numbers reported by each Mercenary Corps, our total remaining ammunition is only about 43%," the soldier hurriedly reported.
